Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Names. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronan,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Joey Negro,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Lynne,
Minnie Riperton,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.